Since Luang Prabang had a Kiwi boy in it
All change -- don't you know that when you
Stay with my hosts there's no ordinary venue"
I flew from Luang Prabang back to Bangkok. I was about to use the phrase "my kind hosts" again, but by this point in proceedings I need a stronger phrase.
Okay, so my benevolent guardian angels invited me to stay on the 23rd floor of a skyscraper with a balcony overlooking the river. With a view a bit like this:
View from the bathroom window
In the evening, lightning would flash around the horizon.
They took me to see the flower market. We went at night, because the market runs 24/7. It's a legitimate market - not a tourist event - so there are very few farangs (foreigners) around.
Bag of flowers
No idea. Fruit, veg, alien?
Chili peppers
Flowers in a row
If you're a photography fan, go to the Bangkok flower market at night. The colours are fantastic. And take an overloaded tuk-tuk through the traffic at night. That's good fun right there.
So, that was about it for South-East Asia. I don't know if it was the best holiday of my life, but it was pretty close. Magic.
So, that was about it for South-East Asia. I don't know if it was the best holiday of my life, but it was pretty close. Magic.
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